A Schole of wise conceytes wherein as euery conceyte hath wit, so the most haue much mirth : set forth in common places by order of the alphabet / translated out of diuers Greeke and Latine wryters by Thomas Blage ...

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Title: A Schole of wise conceytes wherein as euery conceyte hath wit, so the most haue much mirth : set forth in common places by order of the alphabet / translated out of diuers Greeke and Latine wryters by Thomas Blage ...
Publication: Printed at London :: By Henrie Binneman,; 1572.
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Subject terms: Fables, Greek.; Fables, Latin.
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Trusting mortall things.

282 Of an Asse.

A Certaine poore man which had nothing but 〈◊〉〈◊〉 barrell of Wine and an Asse, had maried hi•• only daughter to a certaine yong man, pro¦mising hym somewhat in franke mariage which he thought to gather of his Wine and th•• Asse (for he had determined to sell them) but th•• nexte nyght after that the bridale was kepte, th•• Asse died, who as he was dying, brake the vessel with his héeles, and spylt the Wine.

MOR. We must put no trust in transitorie things.